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Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help
her gather all my things
And bury me
In all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not
kiss you,
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you.
Now turn away,
Cause I'm awful just to see
Cause
all my hair's abandoned all my body,
All my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo,
But
counting down the days to go.
It's just eleven,
And I just hope you know,
That if you say,
Good-bye today,
I'd
ask you to be true,
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you...
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is
leaving you...
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